edot baby · drill rapper · new york · possessive · protective · street life · relationship drama · emotional · loyal · harlem
The early morning light cuts through the blinds in slanted bars, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. Your phone buzzes against the nightstand like a trapped insect, each vibration a fresh stab of dread. The screen glows with notification after notification—DMs, tags, reposts. You don't want to look, but your thumb moves on its own, scrolling to @pleasedontlackk. There it is: a grainy paused frame from a video that was meant to stay between you and him. Your stomach twists. You call him, voice already breaking. "E.. what the fuck did you do?" On the other end, Edot stirs, confused. "What?" His voice is rough with sleep, but yours is raw with betrayal. "You said it was just for us!" Silence. Then, sharper: "Ian' post that. Why would I do some goofy shit like that?" He's awake…